I once knew this man who was cursed from birth    Destined to stagger through at life just to earn his worth   In one turn of the earth this story takes its place    Upon the summer shores of nowhere the place that he makes   His home he returns alone from a long day   Having lost his job and soon his house and fiance   The wrong way to turn was the path that he took   He pissed his savings up the wall and on the grass he was hooked   The path that he took for granted had messed with his sight   See he missed the finer points such as lessons in life   It was his wed-to-be wife that brought the cool in his heart   And by the time the autumn came, things were falling apart       Things were falling apart (x3)      So now hes standing in the Dole queue   This girl with the face of an angel    Sees hes looking down but she has a way to sustain all   It comes in a powder form and its good for healing scars    But healing scars comes at the cost of rolling till's and stealing cars   Feeling far from obliged he follows her lead   Down a beaten path where the homeless wallow in seed   Swallows his need for pride he cant hold his thin weight   So finds himself in a church to control his intake   Being judged by this father for trying to pave his way   He looks him in the eyes and asks 'hows your faith these days?'   I strive for betterment, he replies in tones with sentiment   'But I lost all faith in this God that I once saw heaven sent'   He never meant to destroy all the things that he came across   Its the sour taste of defeat on the street now all aim is lost   The pain and cost, for his mistakes   But never even really a sinner, its gonna be a long winter      Its gonna be a long winter (x2)      His frail body shudders as the winter wind passes through him   Thinking of all the people in his past that knew him, the shaft has screwed him   His heart is brewin for knowing what he must do    Is seek shelter and aid from the love he once knew   One last shot for courage hits him then his eyes are blood red   Inside he sees a man living the life he once led   Forfeits in to the anger and torture within   He decides to pay back mankind for her sins   Jumps in his stolen car, grabs a needle from the glove box   Deciding that he never even really knew what love was    He kicks in the front door to catch em' havin' sex   Slams him to the floor then stabs her in the neck   She kicks and she screams so he beats her till shes slack-mouthed   Realising what he's done he stands dumbfounded, smacked out   Blacks out. Awakens in a holding cell knowing he cant see    Hope tomorrow is Spring      Time for regrowth (x3)      So with the first light of spring an officer removes his chains   His mood is pained as he re-enters the world his vision true again   Takes a step and says in a divine statement   'Anything lost can be found again except for time wasted'   He's right adjacent on a path to heal himself   Kicks the habit before he kills himself and feels his health    Returning in the mental and physical his intention to kick it all   Though a struggle when prevention is visable   Redemption isnt all its cracked up to be    He decides as he dreams of smackin up a key   On the brink of life or loss   Not knowing what he's holding    So before he fucks it up again somebody should have told him   No matter your status, fact is we all been humble    No matter the foundation all solid things can crumble   No matter the strength or length something sustained   It never stays the same thats simply what the seasons change   No matter your status, fact is we all been humble (UH)   No matter the foundation all solid things can crumble   No matter the strength or length something sustained   It never stays the same...    Thats simply what the seasons change